By the fourth month, the war had finally ground to a halt.
Their bodies could recover, but what about their minds? Exhaustion kept piling up. After three months, even the strongest monsters needed time to truly rest.
Besides, the leaders on both sides instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
They thought it would be a brief ceasefire. Instead, once the fighting stopped, the war was truly over.
For the first time since the war began, the various factions gathered their forces and tallied their losses.
The numbers were unbearable!
Yes, unbearable!
None of them had expected losses so severe, far beyond anything they had imagined.
"Shiki, I'm done playing this game with you. If we keep fighting, all my children will die."
Whitebeard sat with his Young Saber in hand, legs planted wide. His gaze swept over every monster around him before settling on Golden Lion Shiki.
After all, Shiki had started this war.
Newgate made no attempt to soften his words.
The Whitebeard Pirates had suffered grievous losses. The crew itself had numbered only a thousand.
But with its Affiliated Pirate Crew, its total strength had reached fifteen thousand.
Only seven thousand were still alive. More than half were gone.
Three of its fourteen Squadron Captains had died.
Brewheim of the Eighth Division, Kingdew of the Tenth Division, and Speed Jiru of the Thirteenth Division.
The many fallen Crew Members and captains of the Affiliated Pirate Crew had been his children too.
Whitebeard had no interest in ruling the seas. His greatest dream had always been to build a family of his own.
With so many of his children dead, his grief was beyond words.
But he did not blame Shiki. War was cruel by nature.
When he had decided to join this war, he had known people would